Bipolar 1 Disorder : The Avery Grace File

In pop culture Bipolar Disorder is described as someone quickly switching emotions. The term gets flown around easily without evidence of the alleged diagnosis. This publication changed my perspective on mental illness due to always hearing society's opinion on the phrase. Kay’s experience shows an individual who suffered tremendously behind doors that no one else could relate to, having episodes last days to months not switching every minute like society's stereotypes. It is obvious that there is not control and while medication helps, there is a significant consequence when missing treatment. Additionally, material learned within this book can help fundamentally determine someone suffering this illness. For example, if someone has manic highs and lows that force them to change their daily lifestyle for a period of time and developes changing impulsive decisions there could be an underlying illness. Even though there are few details that can fall into the category of Bipolar, it is still rare and unless diagnosed by a doctor one should never jump to conclusions about another

For the entirety of my life, my father has struggled with alcoholism. My father’s addiction left me and my family with no choice but to separate ourselves from him eight years ago. For those eight years, I resented the man we had left. How could I not? His alcoholism, his selfish addiction, had taken my childhood memories of laughter and happiness, and left me with ones of worry and fear. I wondered how he could be selfish enough to idly watch his family suffer as a result of him.

I came home one day to see both of my parents sad. As a third grader, I didn’t completely understand at the time, but my father had been laid off from the job he’d had since his teenage years. My father had started at the age of eighteen as a student worker at Southern Miss, and after years of hard work he had been promoted to the manager of shipping and receiving on campus. When the recession struck, the need to save money resulted in his position being terminated. My father was without a job. My father loved that job and when he lost it, he changed. He found a new love, alcohol. He let his love for alcohol become an addiction. He would do anything for alcohol; he even had secret stashes when my mom had removed all the prior alcohol from the house. Quickly my father became a violent drunk and began to routinely beat my mother and me. He became unstoppable; no person could get him back on track so my mother, in an attempt to keep me safe, removed him from the house. Even my mother’s best efforts weren’t always enough, as my father constantly broke into our house. One day my mother and I came home and my father was waiting in our den with a gun. We walked in, he pointed the gun at us, and then back at himself. He couldn’t decide to kill my mother, himself, or just all of us. He had more hatred in his eyes

Throughout the decades, alcoholism has become a common issue that has become the cause of the deterioration of many relationships. In Scott Russell Sanders essay, “Under the Influence”, it is demonstrated how his relationship with his father continuously weakens due to the effects of alcohol. In order to create a deeper understanding of the impacts that alcohol consumption has on families, Sanders uses information from sources such as medical journals with actual statistics that increase the relevance of the story. In Sanders’ essay, “Under the Influence”, the author uses references such as dictionaries, medical journals, and the

This paper is a fictional first person account of what my life would be like if I had been diagnosed with bipolar II disorder during my freshman year of college. This account will explore the interpersonal, environmental, and developmental effects this mental illness would have had on me as well as how my life course would have changed. Scholarly articles, the DSM 5, and my education in both the psychology and social work field influenced the depiction of bipolar II disorder presented. This paper will also focus on types of treatment and therapeutic relationships that I would find helpful if I was diagnosed with this mental illness.

I awoke that morning in my usual groggy state. The sun was adding a familiar warmth to my room as I got out of bed to get ready for the school day. It was to be a routine day with the exception of one thing. A certain emptiness was apparent in my house as I walked downstairs. I could see the area where my 20-year-old brother, Drew had slept. It was obvious, as he is my most disorderly brother, that he had already left. He hadn’t even had enough time to make the bed or clean up after himself. Drew was on his way to Georgia to join the Army and I could not do anything to change his mind, nor did I want to. After being at NDSU for one year, Drew had decided that college was not for him. Soon enough, he was preoccupied with all things Army. Drew met with an Army scout and was soon

The symptoms presented by the client are characteristic of Bipolar I disorder with single manic episode. The defining features of this diagnosis are a single manic episode with no history of major depressive episodes. The manic episode is characterized by a distinct and persistent period of abnormal mood that is elevated and expansive that lasts for at least one week. The most prominent features of the manic episode presented by the client include a sense of grandiosity, decreased need for sleep, increased talkativeness, and an increase in behavior that is goal directed. This manic episode has caused disruption in the client's professional life, and the symptoms are not a result of physiological effects from any

There are different disorder and some disorders have different levels to them some not as severe. With bipolar 1 disorder there is somewhat of an emotional roller coaster. Susie is a person that is unaware of the fact that she has a disorder. But yet she continues to live the way she sees fit. Bipolar disorders take over a person and does not given them back, through the right treatment the disorder can be tamed. Bipolar 1 disorder has many different areas that come into play with a person and who he or she become with the disorder and how her or she acts or reacts towards different scenarios.

For much of my childhood, my dad was drunk. For my brother and I, it became our normal. We learned to anticipate when our father would be the brilliant, selfless man he is, and we learned when we couldn’t count on him to be our father. One day, my brother told me he was never going to drink and demanded I promise the same. My brother was ten years old. I didn’t know what to tell him, but had I known it then, I would have said “What has made us who we are does not have to be what we become.”

Before I truly understood Bipolar disorder, it was still a fairly common word in my vocabulary. Anytime I thought someone was being moody or fluctuating between emotions, I joked by claiming that person to be bipolar. Several incidents of this involved one of my roommates who seemed to be happy one day, and quite the polar opposite the next. However, it was not until my clinical experience on the psychiatric unit that I realized what true bipolar disorder was, and that she did not fit the criteria. Even though I always thought my roommate was bipolar, I quickly found after being exposed to a diagnosed bipolar patient that my roommate was instead just moody. I decided to write this paper on bipolar disorder, not because I have struggle with it or know a friend or family member with this disease, but because I had several misconceptions about what it entailed.

My mother and I did not have the best, mother daughter connection. We did not communicate as one would imagine. She did her things and I did mine, but one night something just wasn't right. As every normal day I would get up get ready for school come back home make food for my siblings do my homework and go to bed. That night it was all going so well until I got home, I was not feeling well, I felt anger within me and I didn't know why but my mother started screaming about some shoes on the floor some dishes and she just kept going and going I couldn't take it anymore, we started arguing so loud my siblings went to their rooms to hide I was so mad my teeth started chattering slowly and rapidly, a waterfall of sadness ran through my cheeks.

When Dad came home, he and Mom argued. Dad asked mom to ask her mother for money to help develop the ‘cyanide-leaching process’ he was working on to separate gold from rock.Mom said how her mother had told her that we could live with her if we needed help and that made dad mad. Their argument continued the next day and dad said that mom could find work because she had a teaching degree,mom told dad that she was an artist. Dad had mom hanging out of the window dangling with my holding on to dad so she wouldn’t fall. Mom accused dad of trying to murder her but dad responded with him saying he saved mom from

Growing up, I wasn’t always in my own home. My parents got along relatively well, but their time was spent differently at times. My mother went to nursing school, and was often at college for my early years. My father on the other hand, worked occasionally and often took care of me. When I was young, around 6 or 7, my father enjoyed drinking, and at times, drank before bed to sleep better. One day, I woke up at an earlier hour for once, around 8am. I went to my father’s bedroom door, as I hadn’t had breakfast, and I wasn’t all that good at doing much on my own yet. I knocked and knocked to no avail. It was apparent-he had been drunk. I left and went downstairs to our kitchen. After making my cereal, I went downstairs, and continued that cold winter day, spent wrapped in a blanket. and playing Sonic the Hedgehog. Alcohol was my father’s weakness, and it was an addiction that made his life harder then. But nothing is ever entirely miserable.